It was pretty cold outside. . .
You were freezing, especially since you were only wearing old rags. Old rags? Yeah, about that. . . You were homeless. No money and none of that good stuff. What was that other thing-- ah, that's right, family-- that was part of the "good stuff" you didn't have. You never knew them and didn't care. (Maybe you cared a little. . . Cried a few times, maybe. . .). They had left you when you were a baby. Who had raised you? Hm, that's hard, you didn't know either. You were completely clueless on that subject. People always avoided you, like you were some psychopath, ready to attack them. You didn't know why. . . Have you tried to beg for money? Ha! You'd rather die than beg for money.

You had nothing. Not even friends, but then again, you always thought: who needs them anyway?

You sat on the dirt path, but you didn't care, you probably weren't any cleaner. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to warm yourself up.
"Hey you, are you cold?" A little blond boy asked. Well, actually, it seemed that you were both about the same age.
"Who. . .me?" Was someone actually talking to you?! . . .Not that you cared. . .
"Yeah, you, dummy!" He said.
"Hm? No. . .!" Maybe you lied. . .but you weren't going to let him think you were pathetic. . .even if might have seemed that way. You turned you head and looked the other way. You didn't believe it yourself anyway, so who cares! You knew you weren't pathetic and it was going to stay that way. "Why don't you go and leave me be, like everyone else!"
He looked genuinely hurt for a second. . .
You didn't mean to sound harsh. . .
He slouched but quickly recovered, "be however you want! As if I cared anyway. . .!" He might have lied too. . .

That was the first time you encountered the blond boy. . .